Tag: BDSM

The Camgirl Part XLVII: Not Enough [MF] [Oral] [Rimming] [Very light BDSM] [Rough] [Light MDom/Fsub]

**XLVII: Blake**

Blake put her hands on Liam’s chest, squeezing those strong muscles as she gazed down at him, “I want you–fuck!” she gasped as the head of his cock brushed against her clit, “I want you to tell me you want to slip your hard cock inside my tight pussy.”

Liam didn’t smile this time. He just gazed back up at her with those intense blue eyes. Blake could almost feel the heat of the desire burning behind them.

“Slip my cock into your tight pussy,” he said.

Blake gasped, the mere words sending shivers through her as she found herself powerless to resist. She moved her hips up, never losing contact with his cock, until the tip pressed against her folds. Then Blake moaned as she lowered herself down his hard shaft. All the way. She watched his expression the entire time. She loved watching his face as she pleasured him, seeing *exactly* how good she made him feel.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she gasped, “You’re stretching out my poor tight little pussy, but fuck, it feels so *good*!” Read more »

Final Support [FM] [hotwife] [dom/sub] [political] [fiction]

It had come to this.

She always knew it was a very likely outcome, but not in this particular way. She felt guilty as well. She knew many of her friends and relatives would side with her husband, Gary, if the full story ever came out. She highly doubted it would.

She would never tell the truth of it, if pressed for a story, and neither would Gary and Nick. They were bound by their initial agreement, and despite the current state of separation, they would stick to it. She silently thanked the fates that she could have such confidence in these two men who had given her so much joy, passion and pleasure for almost a whole year as part of a love triangle-slash-open marriage.

Her friends and relatives would only know that Gary and Karen Hubble had come to a disagreement in their eight-year-long marriage that could not be reconciled, and so they had settled for a divorce and she had soon after shacked up with Nick Argos, a co-worker of hers who had been supportive during this difficult time of divorce. This story would be accepted and everyone would move on, including herself, Gary and Nick. Read more »

Plugged on a Plane [MF] [D/s] [bdsm]

Christmas. ‘Tis the season for helping others, spending time with loved ones, and of course, presents. Especially presents to yourself… that your Sir makes you get at 11pm on a school night.

It was a butt plug. Small, vibrating, remote-controlled. You see, at this sweeter, more innocent time, this now fully blossomed slut before you did not own a single butt plug. (I know, how is that even possible?) I had had anal sex before, and sort of enjoyed it, but I’d never been with anyone who wanted to own and explore every last inch of me. It was new and exhilarating, and when my Sir told me I needed to plug my ass, I had absolutely no problem driving 20 miles to the only sex store open that late. Only a few weeks in and I was *gone*.

We played with it some that week. I had to adjust to the fullness, and I just *had* to let him play around with the vibrating settings. Being long-distance, the feeling of letting him totally control my pleasure was overwhelming and intense but so intimate as well. Read more »

Sara’s Self Discovery [Part 3] [Oral] [Anal] [Spanking] [BDSM]

Sara spent the next couple of months being a good mother to a beautiful little girl named Sasha.
During this time we talked every day, yet Sara was not quite ready to fully resume our sexual play.

Oh we teased each other and did talk about our sexual histories, yet I felt that there was something that Sara was holding back, something that she was reluctant to talk about.
However I hinted that whatever she told me in confidence would be kept strictly between the two of us.

Sara had hired a nanny to assist her in caring for Sasha due to her and her husbands hectic life and work schedule.
This was a blessing for her, allowing her to be less frantic and care for her daughter with less worry.
It was in the third month that Sara’s libido returned and returned with a vengeance.

Sara was over at my place taking break from motherhood for a few hours.
While talking about nothing in particular Sara knocked over her glass, spilling milk across the kitchen table.
She began to grab for the roll of paper towels to clean up her mess.
Walking over to the sink to gather more towels I turned back to the table, coming up behind her with the towels, I playfully told her she was a bad girl and needed to be punished for making such a mess. Read more »

The Camgirl Part XLVI: Am Not! [Oral] [Rimming] [Buttplug] [Fsolo] [Implied MF] [Very light BDSM]

**XLVI: Blake**

Blake walked out into the crisp winter air with a smile on her face. Not only did the cold help dull her pussy’s insistence that she run back into that basement and jump on Liam’s big hard cock, but she’d said what she needed to say, and Liam hadn’t rejected her. He hadn’t even given her any pushback once she’d explained her reasoning.

She was also glad to know that he had a more forward side in him—that would work out very nicely. As she walked, Blake wiggled her hips a bit. She could still feel his hand hitting her ass. That…Blake shivered. She wondered how long it would be before she felt comfortable telling Liam about the effect that had on her.

For some reason, that thought sent an icy spike of fear through Blake. A lump formed in her throat.

*What if he rejects me? What if after seeing what I do, he can’t get past it or deal with it the way he would need to for us to be together? Or what if he accepts that only to be unable to accept what I like in bed sometimes?* Read more »

Sara’s Self Discovery [Part 2] [Oral] [Anal] [BDSM]

MY LIFE PART 2

“You are to late to worry about my becoming pregnant.
My husband has seen to that.

Hovering above her I contemplated how to do this without hurting this beautiful girl, I was afraid that any weight on top of her could cause harm.
I did not count on the fact that nature had figured this out after a few million years of birthing children.

Looking at her laying there with her arms outstretched towards me beckoning me to come to her I was once again struck by the beauty of this very pregnant girl.
Kneeling on the bed I moved forward placing the head of my cock against her pussy.
I started to rub it all around the outside of her pussy occasional rubbing her clit caused a sharp intake of breath on her part. “Hurry up” she said.

I responded that I plan to take my time and drive her to an orgasm beyond all her past expectations.
Ever so slowly I began the process of entering her womanhood however she was incredibly tight due to a lack of attention from her husband.
So I just took my time and began to work my way inward. Read more »

Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 2 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]

**—2—**

The torture room is cleaned. There is still blood spatter here and there, but, thankfully, the vomit has been scrubbed away. My torture devices have been cleaned and put back, shining, onto the tool shelves. I took off my blood-soaked clothes and put on a comfortable emerald silk robe.

James, Susie, and Sarah are brought in. Their feet and hands are in shackles.

“Hello there,” I say pleasantly.

“It is a pleasure to see you, merciful Goddess,” James replies. His sisters bow to me. I burst out laughing.

“Merciful? I don’t think so.”

“Forgive me, Goddess,” James bows.

“Maybe I will,” I say quietly. I take a long look at him. He is watching me nervously. Susie looks at me too, but then her eyes dart around the room and take in the blood stains and the tools on my tool bench. Sarah on the other hand stares straight at me. Her expression is that of determination – and awe? Interesting…

“Do you know what you are here for,” I address James while still eyeing Sarah.

He hesitates. “To please you in any way we can, Goddess,” he replies finally. I like that reply. Read more »

Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 3 and Part 4 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]

**—3—**

Turning someone into a vampire is not a simple matter of swapping blood. There has to be intent. There also has to be actual death involved. So in order to make a vampire, I have to drink the subject, I have to give him or her my blood, and I have to kill them, all while wanting the turning to happen. I can break their necks, or shoot them, or hang them – it doesn’t matter, really – but the simplest and neatest way to do this is to just drain them of their blood.

If you don’t kill the subject, but follow all the other steps – with intent – then there still will be a transformation, but what you will end up with is a ghoul, not a full vampire. Ghouls also need blood to survive, but they don’t get all the perks the vampires do. They don’t grow sharp retractable incisors, they don’t have our mesmerism or superstrength, and the aversion-to-sun cure doesn’t actually work on them. Their minds also cannot really handle the blood thirst, and they lose their sanity very rapidly. All in all, ghouls are an unnecessary mess. Very few vampires keep them around. We are allowed to create as many as we want as they usually die out within a few months, but we usually have no reason to. (This is unlike making new vampires, where we have to request permission from the vampire lords, and may not get one for several decades. And yes, we do have vampire lords – they are in charge of running our vampire utopia.) Read more »

Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 1 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]

**—0—**

*This is my beautiful show*

*And everything is shot in slow motion*

*-*Marilyn Manson, “*Slo-mo-tion*”

My name is Lucie. I was nineteen years old when I died.

My maker’s name was Valentine – a cliche name, for sure, but vampires who began their un-life in the nineties and early two thousands tended to go for these. Vlad, Lestat, Spike, Kraven – pop-culture galore. I’m not judging; these names make more sense than using their given names. Vampire Bob? No way.

My maker shouldn’t really concern you though. He’s dead. I killed him while I was riding him, right at the moment when he came inside of me. He turned into a pile of ash, and I finished myself off with the handle of the stake I used to kill him. I rubbed his ash all over my body. It was fun.

What should concern you is this: in the mid-nineties, a cabal of more progressive vampires began researching something that would change the world forever – a cure to our aversion to sun. The cure involved some breeding programs, gene alteration, and magic. They would breed humans to birth genetically altered babies, and these babies would be turned when they reached an appropriate age. They thought that these progenies would take care of them. But we – for I was one of them – were an ungrateful bunch. Read more »

[FT] I guess my girlfriend had a good dream

My girlfriend (24F) usually goes to bed an hour or two before me (25MtF). One of the perks of this is that when I eventually go to bed she’ll be really warm, while I am constantly freezing, and I can warm myself up by cuddling her. I did that, as usual. After a while I considered myself warm enough and moved to roll back to my side of the bed. As I did so, she grabbed my hand and placed it firmly on her crotch. I noticed right away that she was really wet. And the firmness of the move made me assume that she was awake, and had been playing with herself.

You might correctly guess where this is going. So I should clarify that my girlfriend and I are both in to BDSM, and we are both switches (we take turns being dom and sub). BDSM is kind of a broad collection of different kinks, and part of my girlfriend’s fantasies is being fucked while she is sleeping. While she is completely “without control”. So she has established repeatedly that she is okay with that. And I am okay with her doing that to me (once woke up with her pussy inches from my face as she was sucking me). So this was all consensual. Seeing as we live together we have of course discussed this afterwards too, and we are still both okay with doing things like these. Read more »